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The waiter arrives with our wine. He puts the wine glasses down and seizes his corkscrew and twists. The cork comes out with ease. He pours a little wine in Chase’s glass and waits patiently. Chase reaches over for the glass and takes a sip. Satisfied, he nods his head to the waiter who pours wine into my glass, then back to Chase’s. He places the bottle in a wine bucket filled with ice and places it on a stand next to the table.
“Did you need a few more minutes?” the waiter asks.
“Yes, please,” I murmur. He smiles and makes a hasty retreat. I stare at the menu trying to make a decision. “What are you getting?” I ask still studying the menu.
“Lobster macaroni and cheese. It’s not on the lunch menu but a nighttime summer special. It’s delicious.”
“That sounds really good. The menu is making me dizzy. There are too many choices,” I acquiesce. “What would you recommend?” I look up at him.
“What do you like?”
“Everything, that’s the problem,” I giggle.
“Well, the lobster roll is excellent. If you like steak, the filet is amazing. It depends upon your mood.”
Ugh, this is going to be a difficult decision.
“What kind of mood are you in?” he asks seductively. Oh. My.
“I think I will get the lobster roll.” My voice is all breathy. He smiles as if he knows what he’s doing to me.
As if on cue, the waiter appears from, where? He looks to Chase for an answer.
“We’ll start with the Oysters Rockefeller. The lady will have the lobster roll with French fries. I will have the lobster macaroni & cheese.” The waiter nods his head as he writes down our order and then vanishes inside.
“I’ve never had Oysters Rockefeller.”
“Oh, are you in for a treat,” he says, smiling that enigmatic smile. I take a sip of my wine. It’s delicious. Crisp and light just like a good Sauvignon should be. Taking Chase’s earlier advice, I sit back and relax.
The outside seating is right out front, so we can see people leisurely strolling. I sit and watch, sipping my wine. I’m a good people watcher, often amazed at the things I see. Chase is gazing at me, his thumb and index finger strumming his bottom lip, tugging at it, as if deep in thought.
Wow is that sexy.
“What are your plans for tomorrow?” he asks.
“I’m not sure yet, why?” I’m suspicious. What’s he up to now?
“I’m just thinking . . .” he trails off.
“What?” I prod.
“Since I had the boat brought over for the week, I should use it. Maybe head over to Martha’s Vineyard for a couple of days. Do some sightseeing.” He hesitates. “You could come with me.” Oh, that sounds fantastic. Although, I get the feeling he might have other things in mind besides sightseeing. Like, maybe sightseeing me naked. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m not ready for all weekend sex just yet.
“Chase,” I say trying to find the right words. “We’ve just met. I don’t think that would be such a good idea.” I try to placate him. “Maybe when we know each other better.” He nods his expression dismal. Just then, the waiter brings over our appetizer. He shakes his head, seeming to snap out of his somber mood.
I look down at the shells. “They’re green.”
He chuckles, remembering my disdain for green foods from this morning. “Oysters Rockefeller are made with spinach, bacon, and garlic. Try one,” he urges. It seems all of my meals lately involve some form of spinach.
With my fork, I remove the spinach covered oyster from its shell. Looking at Chase in indecision, he gives me an encouraging smile. I bring the oyster to my lips and place it in my mouth.
“So?” he asks, his eyes alight with humor.
“Not what I expected,” I say. He frowns. “It’s delicious. I’ll have another.” I give him my giant I-fooled-you smile. Relieved, he rolls his eyes at me.
The oysters taste better than they look. Chase catches me watching him eat. His eyes are blazing, his pupils dilated. I flush crimson. He even makes chewing look sexy. I cross my legs and clamp my thighs together to keep my body from responding to that smoldering look. I concentrate harder on my appetizer.
Just as we finish the last of the oysters, the waiter comes out to clear our plates. It’s as if he’s omniscient. He tops off our wine and disappears.
